Crown Him With Many Crowns

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon   His throne;

Hark how the heav’nly anthem drowns, all music but it’s own!

Awa   ke my soul and sing, of    Him who died for thee,

And    hail Him as thy matchless King through all eterni   ty.

Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed o’er the grave,

And rose victorious in the strife, for those He came to save:

His    glories now we sing, who    died and rose on high;

Who    died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of love; behold His hands and side,

Those wounds yet visible above, in beauty glorified:

No    angel in the sky can    fully bear that sight,

But    downward bends His burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a sceptre sways,

From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise:

His    reign shall know no end, and    round His pierced feet,

Fair flowers of paradise extend, their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of t  ime,

Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime!

All    hail, Redeemer, hail! For    Thou hast died for me;

Thy    praise shall never, never fail throughout eterni   ty.